Nightmare Attack

It’s that missing ghost story!

The prototypes of the rest of the strange stories have been found, but why is there only one missing? Jiang Cheng suspects that this missing strange story is the real cause of Lin Chen's death. 6̾̾

And it's probably related to the mysterious man in black.

Combined with Weng Qing's description, Jiang Cheng began to profile Lin Chen.

This should be a woman with an average background, an unhappy native family, and a lack of security, resulting in a very dependent personality.

Introverted, simple, kind, and inexperienced in the world, but at the same time, he is also easy to trust others, easily deceived, and cares too much about other people's feelings, thus ignoring his own pain.

Due to the influence of his growth environment, his character is weak, even cowardly, and he is easily guided and dominated by others.

Li Maoshen used these to firmly grasp Lin Chen's weaknesses, and then implemented his plan step by step.

Of course, he didn't end up well in the end and became part of the weird stories he filmed.

Tomorrow, no matter what, we must find out what the last strange story is!

The dark room suddenly lit up, and then there was a rumble of thunder.

It's raining.

Looking at the night outside the window, Jiang Cheng felt uneasy in his heart. He still rarely had similar feelings. It seemed that something bad was about to happen.

Building 2.

Room 404.

The first thing Jiao Tailang did after returning to his room was to check the entire room. The mission was about to end, and he didn't want anything to go wrong in the end.

Liu Guo was dead, and Wei Jinting might not be able to survive. He also called the two rooms and got the same result as Jiang Cheng.

As long as you pay more attention tonight, nothing serious should happen.

Jiao Tailang has his own understanding of Wu, and he is 50% sure that Wu is the ghost who got into the mission.

But as for how it circumvented the rules and sneaked in as a player at the beginning of the mission, he really didn't know.

He had never encountered or even heard of anything like it.

But if he could survive this time, then he thought, he would know.

Sitting on the sofa, Jiao Tailang closed the doors and windows in the room tightly, then turned on all the lights, except the bathroom lights.

Then a person quietly thinks about the information collected, but as he thinks about it, the shadow of a woman can't help but appear in his mind.

Her voluptuous figure and scarlet lips.

Sister Qing is so pitiful. She was hurt by that scumbag Li Maoshen and became what she is now.

Looking at the photos hanging in her room, it's hard to imagine how many dark times she has gone through and how many times she was blinded by revenge.

In the bedroom, he had promised his lover that he would help her catch Li Maoshen and make him receive the punishment he deserved. This was not said casually.

He was really prepared to do that.

Sister Qing is a good woman. She shouldn't have to go through this. The person who hurt her must be punished.

Jiao Tailang's eyes gradually became sharp.

Outside room 808, it was raining heavily.

The structure is slightly different from other rooms, and the layout here is more cozy.

There is also a balcony. Although it is small, when the weather is good, you can hang some clothes and quilts.

The bedroom is connected to the balcony. It is dark in the bedroom at the moment, but there is a little light in the living room.

It was a small night light, attached to the corner of the wall, and the light it emitted was also yellow, giving people a feeling of being half-dead.

There is a very large easel placed near the wall in the living room, and a figure is sitting in front of the easel.

If someone stands here, they will find that the figure is a little strange.

With his arms hanging down and his legs together, he looked very well-behaved, as if he wanted to shrink himself into a small ball.

The brush was set aside.

The whole body showed a very uncomfortable feeling.

At the same time, the figure couldn't help but tremble, and even the wooden chair he was sitting on made a slight "creep" sound.

"Please, please let me go." The figure's surface rippled like water, and one could tell that she was a very young woman.

"I can no longer draw what you want." The woman who couldn't see her face sobbed pitifully, "Stop it, don't let it go on like this."

The position where the figure is looking is the sofa.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of lightning flashed across, and a black shadow suddenly appeared on the originally empty sofa.

No.

It was the figure that was always there.

But he didn't move or speak. The surroundings were as quiet as if they were dead, and the figures completely blended into the darkness.

The moment the figure appeared, a heavy feeling unique to the years filled the air. The vicissitudes of life were so extreme that it made people breathless.

The woman began to breathe heavily, as if she was being held down underwater by someone's hands, and everything seemed to be leaving her.

She seemed to have sunk into the depths of the ocean, and seemed to have entered an endless tunnel.

Despair, only despair, nothing else.

The figure submerged in the darkness seems to have been born in the darkness, born in the darkness, and returned to the darkness. The only thing that lifts up is the pair of dark red eyes without any waves.

Before the next bolt of lightning lit up the night sky, a black figure appeared behind the woman.

Under the light of lightning, a man sitting in front of a laptop is painted on the large canvas in front of him.

The background is a rather messy bedroom.

The man looked panicked, raised his chin high, grabbed his upper jaw with one hand, and clasped his lower jaw with the other hand.

Veins popped out at the corners of his eyes, and there were already signs of being torn open at the corners of his mouth.

The brush strokes are sharp and the bright red paint flows on the canvas, which is shocking and even gives people the illusion that it is not paint but blood.

The hem of the pure black windbreaker hung down, and the man bent slightly. Under the high collar, there was a handsome face, with eyebrows and eyes outlined like a paintbrush.

Two hands were gently placed on the woman's shoulders, with the plain white knuckles clearly visible, and slender fingers resting on them.

It was so simple, but the intimate gesture actually made the woman tremble even more and her breathing became rapid.

The man in black leaned down and rested his chin on the woman's head, "I won't let anyone hurt you." Caressing her intimately, he said softly: "After all, you gave me life, sister."

Raising his head, the man in black looked at the increasingly gloomy canvas. The lifeless Liu Guo on the canvas slowly started to move. "So please continue your creation now," he lowered his head and said with a smile, "We need More weird stories.”

Turning away casually, the man in black looked in the direction of the bedroom and said calmly: "There are guests coming, I'll go and entertain them."

As soon as the words fell——

"Crunch——"

The balcony door was pushed open, and wind and rain filled the room.

A figure appeared silently behind the door, and lightning pierced the night sky behind him.